Confucius

From the Works of Mencius, Book VII:

12. 'Confucius said, "I hate a semblance which is not the reality. I hate the darnel, lest it be confounded with the corn. I hate glib-tonguedness, lest it be confounded with righteousness. I hate sharpness of tongue, lest it be confounded with sincerity. I hate the music of Chang, lest it be confounded with the true music. I hate the reddish blue, lest it be confounded with vermilion. I hate your good careful men of the villages, lest they be confounded with the truly virtuous."

Those who cannot tell the difference, I suppose, eventually become cynics. I suppose it is more important to be true to oneself than to feign virtuous behavior. The good careful men might as well be bad and careless, for they would then at least, at last, be honest, and not leave a wake of cynicism wherever they went.

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I'm a Scorpio, and by the Chinese calendar I was born in the Year of the Snake.

Could I possibly be any more astrologically Southwestern?

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Cable news is a lot more wankish than it was twelve years ago. Consequently, the war probably won't be as telegenic. I foresee many Breaking News interruptions where the purpose is nary but to call dibs on some timely but insignificant information that could have easily waited for the commercial break.

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Harvey is on Turner Classic Movies.

As soon as it's over, I'm going to bed, quickly, before I find some other reason to stay awake. I have to be up at 4:00.

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too late. The new South Park is airing.

OK, I'll watch this and then LIGHTS OUT!